Night has a certain kind of vibe
Pitch black
Oozing with death
Breathing
We want it stop
Keeping it from falling
Down into that grim phosphorescence
Like an umbrella
Falling
Into a current on the streets
The streets once paved in gold
Fractured by the crescendo of machinery
cracking
Fractured by them
Fractured by leaders of a corrupt nation
A corrupt kingdom for only the wealthy businessman
Again
And now in the dark the gold pavement is but only an artifact
Stumbling
Falling into the ashes
The ashes of a fallen nation
A nation once living in gold